In the silence of the night, words flow like a river of deep longing
In the silence of the night, words flow like a river of deep longing,
She said it's just a poem, left on the windowsill to tremble in the wind,
The ink is wet, uncried tears, a silent call,
Her vulnerability, like a secret that cannot be told.
I felt the chill when the sun set behind her,
Her silhouette bare and distant, like a faded memory,
How I miss her, the light in her eyes, the lost laughter,
Fragments of us, like whispers of pain, fade with the sky.
The lake looks at me like a noose, pulling memories beneath the glassy skin,
The sigh and whisper remain, a name that no longer belongs to me,
How I miss her, the light in her eyes, the lost laughter,
Fragments of us, like whispers of pain, fade with the sky.
Shattered fragments, like sharp glass in the mist of the past,
I trace them barefoot, blood flowing on the silent grass,
My voice, a weeping flute, notes that once were music,
Now silence grows, where once we lived under a spell.
I was your mountain, stoic and strong, smelling of rain,
You curled up like a secret, my eyes made you dream,
Until midnight came, you danced without my hand,
How I miss her, the light in her eyes, the lost laughter.
Oh, how I miss her, the light in her eyes, the lost laughter,
In the echoes of love, I still call her name, seeking solace,
Every memory whispers, a bittersweet rhyme of a dream,
I search for her face in the depths of a night that never ends.
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Dan Enache
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